Again, words cannot describe the experience.When we had reached the destination of our journey to fulfillment, we were joined by the Reverend who quic...kly joined in blessed union with his wife, enjoying my male gift left inside her and soon adding his own.She awoke me in the night, since we all stayed in their bed, for more communion.I bid them a very fond adieu and would send them a draft of my writings to check for accuracy.My dear wife Peggy was very interested in my experience, having a bit. " But Les! It's MOM!" I see. Well, there's something I need you to do for me."I was so glad to get off the subject that I didn't notice how quickly she changed it. I should have figured out something was up. Les doesn't give up on a subject that makes me squirm without being forced to.Relieved, I asked her what she wanted.'This is hard for me, Big Brother. But you said you wanted to know when I hurt." What do you need, Les?" My butthole is a little sore. Could you put some of that ointment on. Clearly the student had had a thing for her tits. It was clear that many of her students had a thing for her tits. Her peers tended to have a thing for her tits. Her tits were huge, as her boyfriends reminded her on several occasions by fucking them till they — her boyfriends — came on her neck and chin. She had confiscated those pictures because they’d been counterproductive. She’d kept them because they’d been inappropriate. And when she’d looked through them — all of them — she’d felt. But no, my dearest daddy had other plans for me. Ever since he had found me on our living room couch two years ago with Lance Gordon's hand in my panties and his lips around my nipple he had made it a point to keep me away from anything male that was not related to me. Going even as far as sending me to a catholic all-girl's school. And we weren't even catholic! For the last two years that had meant white blouses, black skirts, nuns and … NO men. And I mean no men. Zero. Nada. Niente. Not a.